Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

A week later, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​started its new semester.

"Delicious Songxiang" also chose this day to open.

It was another exceptionally busy day, but fortunately, "Delicious Songxiang" has a very strong external support team.

Besides Jing Chu and Yu Shaofen, Zhang Xiuxiu also rushed over to help this time.

It must be said that choosing the location of the new store at Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​was a wise move.

Last time, Song Lingge didn't give red envelopes to Jing Chu and Yu Shaofen, but this time she did.

Since they are all good friends, they naturally wouldn't accept it.

But Song Lingge said, "This was given to me by my aunt. She said that when things get busy, she'll hire part-time workers at the school to help ease the students' financial burden. Here's the salary. Are you guys sure you don't want it?"

Since things have come to this point, of course I should get my wages.

I helped my friend and got paid at the same time.

Jing Chu smiled and said, "Boss Lingge, if there are any good things like this in the future, you'd better think of me!"

“Everyone who sees it gets a share, everyone who sees it gets a share,” Zhang Xiuxiu said excitedly.

Yu Shaofen's red envelope was twice as big as hers; it must have been given when she came to help last time.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Xiuxiu felt as distressed as if she had lost a hundred million.

Seeing everyone's happy smiles, Song Lingge knew she had done the right thing.

It's a favor if someone helps you; it's their right not to.

Appropriate compensation helps maintain the relationship, making both parties happy.

After finishing their work in the evening, the two of them took their usual walk on campus.

Song Lingge handed Qiao Nansheng a red envelope, which was larger than the ones Yu Shaofen and the others received.

"I have it too?"

“It was given to me by my aunt. She said that you helped the most and I must accept it, otherwise she would feel bad.”

Qiao Nansheng still didn't answer: "Do you still have money to spend?"

Song Lingge smiled and stuffed the red envelope into his hand: "I have one. This really was from my aunt. I originally planned to pay for it myself, but my aunt said that I had already spent a lot of money buying the shop, and if I didn't let her cover these expenses, she wouldn't partner with me anymore. So, my aunt paid for all the basic expenses this month."

After a pause, Song Lingge continued, "Moreover, my aunt and I discussed it, and we agreed that I would still receive two-thirds of the monthly profits, and she would receive one-third, and she would be responsible for her salary and daily expenses. If there are any large expenditures, we will discuss it with her again."

Qiao Nansheng then picked up the red envelope, waved it around, and said with a smile, "Then our classmate Song Lingge will join the ranks of rich women again. We'll be counting on you from now on!"

Song Lingge raised her eyebrows, her expression smug.

Overall, she is quite satisfied with her career planning after her rebirth.

Although there's no such thing as getting rich overnight, you can still unlock the secrets to wealth.

But for an ordinary person, she already has the upper hand, so what more could she ask for?

Song Lingge really has one thing she's very dissatisfied with, and she's becoming increasingly dissatisfied with it.

She didn't realize this problem when she first got together with Qiao Nansheng.

However, as the time for Qiao Nansheng to leave the country drew closer, her separation anxiety grew day by day.

She had lost so much in the past that her ability to cope with separation had become very weak.

Most importantly, she couldn't voice these thoughts.

She couldn't become a stumbling block to Qiao Nansheng's future, especially since it was her own request.

She must not act irrationally because of this.

However, faced with Qiao Nansheng's impending departure, she felt a sense of attachment and helplessness.

She experienced an era of convenient information, but the level of information available in this era is still not up to par.

The separation from Qiao Nansheng meant that they could only communicate by letter and phone, and even then, phone calls had to be scheduled.

This profound sense of powerlessness brought Song Lingge to the brink of collapse.

She seems to be only now experiencing the fervor of being in love.

"What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" Qiao Nansheng asked.

Song Lingge suddenly reached out and hugged Qiao Nansheng.

The sudden action startled Qiao Nansheng, but he was even more shocked.

Song Lingge is not a shy girl. Since she started dating him, she has been quite open about her relationship, except for having a few little secrets.

However, there was no instance of her actively throwing herself into his arms.

This made Qiao Nansheng feel somewhat flattered.

In a split second, he reached out and embraced her, responding to her gesture.

Song Lingge was almost a head shorter than Qiao Nansheng. After the hug, half of her face was buried in Qiao Nansheng's chest.

As a result, his voice sounded muffled.

"Nansheng, I think I'm already starting to miss you."

Hearing this, Qiao Nansheng did not reply, but tightened his grip on Song Lingge's arm.

The anxiety of separation wasn't just felt by Song Lingge; he felt it too.

He was always in a weaker position in their relationship.

Even on many occasions, even though he was reluctant, he didn't dare to bring it up with Song Lingge.

Although he could feel Song Lingge's love after they started dating, it was far from enough compared to his own.

This was the first time Song Lingge had abandoned her rationality and given him feedback with a hint of frustration and negativity.

But this negative emotion of anxiety is the most precious gift.

It is a positive response to their feelings.

Qiao Nansheng found it sweet.

But he understood even more clearly that when Song Lingge was vulnerable, he had to be stronger than her and give her strength.

“Lingge, I’m reluctant to leave you too. But I promised you I would fulfill our shared dream. So, this time, I have to go. I promise you, I’ll be back in a year at most.”

Although this was the answer Song Lingge rationally wanted to hear, she couldn't quite accept it emotionally.

Her voice was choked with emotion as she whispered, "It seems you don't feel the same way I do about not wanting to part with you as I do about not wanting to part with me."

Qiao Nansheng smiled helplessly and ruffled her hair.

"If I were to answer now, 'Lingge, okay, then I'll refuse the exchange program and stay in Nanzhou to keep you company,' I bet our classmate Song Lingge would have already kicked me away as far as possible."

Hearing his teasing, Song Lingge pushed him away and said irritably, "You're wronging me! I didn't do anything like that!"

Qiao Nansheng grabbed her hand again, smiling and pleading, "Yes, yes, I wronged you, please forgive me. As an apology, how about I give you a big gift?"

"Big gift?"

"Today is the Lantern Festival, I have a gift for you."

Song Lingge was well aware of how busy she had been lately, but she never expected that Qiao Nansheng had secretly prepared a gift for her.

Fortunately, she had also prepared a small gift.

How could she not satisfy Qiao Nansheng's girlish heart?

"I also have a small gift for you."

Qiao Nansheng was very surprised. He knew very well how busy Song Lingge was, and he never expected that she would secretly prepare a gift.

"What is it?"

Song Lingge took out two small handmade dolls from her handbag.

However, they were only about the size of a palm, a boy and a girl, and their clothes looked a bit like the school uniform of Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages.

A thought flashed through Qiao Nansheng's mind, and he asked incredulously, "Could it be that one of these dolls is you and the other is me?"